Answers sparring with doubt,
heavy padding masks the will.
The voice cut at the neck,
floats above a shrill.
Too many breaks in a china day.
Your eyes memorizing both sides,
Your fingertips pause above the jagged edges.
© 2010
Answers sparring with doubt,
heavy padding masks the will.
The voice cut at the neck,
floats above a shrill.
Too many breaks in a china day.
Your eyes memorizing both sides,
Your fingertips pause above the jagged edges.
© 2010
“I act as a sponge. I soak it up and squeeze it out in ink every two weeks.”
– Janet Flanner
© 2010
(Tomatos…the forgotten fruit.)
“I love tomatos and tomatos love me back!” ![]()
Original Watercolor Painting & Quote by Yevgenia Watts
Visit her website at WATERCOLORED HANDS
© 2010
i watched him place it
with care upon the player
turntable spinning backwards
taking me back in time
raised arms steeped us in music
looking for hidden pictures
on the colorful covers
adding doodles to make it mine
lyrics repeating until
memorized, the song was owned
listening for secret sounds
that made it onto the tracks
switching speeds to change the mood
lip synching to known scratches
all the things he would never know
in quite the same way
i love that he took great care
slipping it back in the paper sleeve
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© 2010

I have fallen in love with Latin again.
Latin words – miserere nobis, Deo gratias,
Agnus Dei, pax vobiscum.
I studied Latin in high school.
It was supposed to be good for me, a classical education.
Appropriate for the motorman’s daughter,
who knew all the stops on the IRT
and rode the Dinky to school.
The teacher talked of declining verbs.
Decline – what does that mean?
Present indicative – I’d like to decline
you touching my breast.
Subjunctive – I would rather
you take your hand out of my pants.
Pluperfect – it would have been pluperfect
If you’d have gotten the hell out of here.
I memorized it all – amo, amas, amat.
all her words had different meanings to me.
Who loves me? Does he love me?
Does anyone love me?
But there was no perfect in my life, much less pluperfect.
I wasn’t loved. I hadn’t been loved.
I would not ever have been loved.
I learned it all.
I learned to decline verbs
And roll myself into a ball when someone touched me.
I learned the indicative of touch,
The perfect of grope,
The subjunctive of fondle,
The pluperfect of stroke.
All in Latin,
perfect for the motorman’s daughter.
© 2010
you landed like a carrier pigeon
in my heart
opening it like a valentine
with shadows and light
illuminating my way
with a click and a new gaze
now as seasons change
and the ice of Winter has
taken it’s toll
Spring arrives without you
and I must continue
© 2010
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